Plastered Poems - Poems about Plastered

Life stay only for every single word, Are you?thou-not every ward, It has past what you have in your sword, Either " thy sunshine,or-neither nor the grace of odd! I once a solder with the life of living Tod, Every street'blood walked like the black white gravel head, Ability, straighten the coming of hidden Fred; Crying of abolished time and desert trod, Wounded...

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Old Fred had a kitchen disaster And urgently needed a plaster How his work buddies snicker At the dinosaur sticker A stiff upper lip Fred must master! A factual poem with a little sprinkle of poetic licence... My hubby (he's not called Fred) cut his hand and all I could find in my bag was an old dinosaur plaster and...

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not with a broad brush thick strokes stoked with opinion hate plied with a knife ***...

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The painter drank with no restraint Quite drunk with his mind askew Survived the trip back to his flat And then stumbled off to the loo Looking for relief in head and hand Which proved to be quite daunting He grabbed sleeping pills instead, Of the aspirin he was wanting Paint on walls, the ceiling, a chair In his hair and behind his...

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Randy Hoards Brandy Locks his stash secretly Basement waterloggs His animals go fuzz fuzz Singing Glory to the keeper...

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I look back to yesterday's sadness Marked by tears not allowed to spill A smile plastered on a perpetual nightmare Dreaming of how my life should have been Marked by tears not allowed to spill Screams from within muffled by salt water Dreaming of how my life should have been In the distance my eyes see dry land Screams from within muffled by...

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His wet hair, dripping like seaweed, plastered thick on his groggy head, as a waterfall of thoughts cascades through his mind, even through his bed; must be a real, mean storm out there, his roof badly...

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Plastered posters up on dividers laminated and preserved for generations of students, marching by filing nameless the years, uncounted the numbers...

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Zebra plastered on your glue right-hand knot near the end sorry. Painted girls tossed in the air hiding spoken truth. Guitars bleached their long silk hair. I played with civil war's eternity dust and held your wings in the air's trust. Catching butterfly spots. Rainbow cream pies. Remorse hides behind deep pain. I hide behind lonely eyes. Everything is pretty between your painted purple cream but the dirty laundry fades and degrades...

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